09-28-2022, 04:36 PM
It was a one-eighty from where her intentions were initially leading her but Antornuat was a wolf who knew when to take a hint and the encounter with that pale female that left her now with a sore awareness even wolves were prone to behave no better than a territorial bear in rut—so was the life of wandering, not equipped with any arsenal of jaws on her side when things went awry with another, she learned to take life's lumps and proceed with haste in her step to avoid the unsavory.
Antornuat heeded this tree-rich area with a bit more caution than the last, though little was still unimpressive, she anticipated on slipping away with no more ruckus than that of the sound of her paws breaking foliage.
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